MAKR IZ S0000SICK

I see what I make,
I throw it up,
My art is soul sick,
My vision is ill,
My sounds are Diverse,
At least thats how I'm heard,
I'm kept by an obsession,
That causes my creations
To disperse

Weird shit

Walking in hell but i need my drugs to walk me through it. Cuz hell of a time is just being alone. Lost love from my emotions blinding me. Im hearing crazy. I got to create my way forward

Cush this pro pro
Mix it up with this yo yo
Black tea the last ingredient
To make me chiller than being frozen
From cold caps light it up
So what my breath is frosty

This morning i took a peak
Found happiness
But i was hurting with sadness

Not learning anything at this time being single

I smoke weed to kill the lonliness

People say they’re there
When they never seem to be
Returning a message

I want weed packed in a pillow

Just cant follow through

Its bed time
Rocked stoned
Head hit hard
Feel good though
No slaps
Just exploded thoughts
Top notch
Switch back
Running high
Fire trails
Blazed right
Drinking ales
And hard A

My comfort level has vanished

Its been a long time
And more time to come further
Everyday is trying not to throw a fit
Drink up the liquour first
Just solved my problematic thirst
With Hard A chugging ales yo
Love went away
Ringing my feeln
Drinkn to feel sane
And yes i do
I laugh and giggle
Smile and chat about the moments

Lost a whole lot
Interest of a matter a fact

Ready to check out

Not a whole lot matters anymore